All the World's Evils admitted that there were people in this world who could, under the washing of its malice, still hold onto their inner selves. The King of Conquerors and the King of Heroes were naturally two of them. Perhaps Kiritsugu also counted. After all, before that man could no longer hold on, he might choose to shoot himself. After all, in the original world line, Kiritsugu's consciousness was dragged into an illusion by All the World's Evils, and his choice was to kill the consciousness of All the World's Evils that had appeared before him in the form of Irisviel. Of course, it was also possible that it was the consciousness of Angra Mainyu.
Come to think of it, if Angra Mainyu used Irisviel's form, rounding up a bit, isn't that just Angra Mainyu cross-dressing? It was a pity that such a thing probably wouldn't happen in this world line. If Angra Mainyu really appeared before Aslan in Irisviel's form, then Aslan would find a way to permanently engrave the scene he saw onto some special videotape.
As for what was happening under Ryuudou Temple now, Aslan was unaware. At this very moment, he was holding tweezers, pliers, and some clay specially used for repairing and modifying models, modifying the models that Melusine had picked out. Afterwards, he would inscribe Faerie Letters onto these models. Perhaps in reality, the current Aslan did not have enough time and materials to customize and modify special weapons for Melusine's giant dragon form. But at the very least, with Melusine in such a small form, he could use model weapons that could fire illusions with a little bit of power to satisfy her wishes.
If it weren't for the fact that Aslan had been in the business of equipment forging before, he wouldn't have been able to directly become a high-end model kit builder in just a few days.
Vaguely sensing the restless magical energy in the air, Aslan sighed, put down the carving knife in his hand, opened the window, and felt the chill brought by the wind. Aslan frowned slightly. His intuition told him that this place was a little unsafe.
"Melusine, let's pause what we're doing for a moment. I have a feeling this place isn't safe enough. Let's head to the new city district. You pack up the things on the table, and I'll go get Sakura."
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In Sakura's room, at this very moment, Sakura was looking at the forging notes for weapons that Aslan had written 1500 years ago, as well as the learning techniques for Faerie Letters. On Sakura's desk, there were also some pieces of equipment folded from paper. These paper-made pieces of equipment had some traces of Faerie Letter writing on them.
Clearly, Sakura was very interested in the skills that Aslan possessed. It seemed she was also preparing to become an equipment blacksmith. It was just that because the era was different, there would definitely be some changes. Sakura no longer had any interest in ordinary ancient weapons. Now, she preferred equipment with a sci-fi feel. Coincidentally, the transforming equipment that Aslan had researched in his later years was very much in line with Sakura's tastes.
She put the white, form-fitting paper gloves on her hands. Because of the Faerie Letters, the material of the paper had already changed. Although it was just close to the skin, it had the toughness of metal, while at the same time maintaining the lightness of paper.
Without the teaching books that Aslan had organized, and the special arrangement of Faerie Letters created from the experience of combining them with forging over 1500 years, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to master such a technique without spending half a lifetime. However, even so, for Sakura to be able to master such a technique in two days was enough to be called a genius, and a genius among geniuses at that. In fact, even Aslan had not expected that Sakura could master some Faerie Letters so quickly, and even the special arrangement methods.
Actually, Aslan also had some of the same problems as some people who had lived in the Age of Gods. For example, he had a somewhat poor opinion of the abilities and aptitudes of modern magi. He always felt that the people of today were too different from them back then. Although it was true that modern humans could not be compared to those of the Age of Gods, with such a large population base, a few geniuses would still appear from time to time.
Just as Sakura was thinking of making a suit of paper equipment for herself first, a knock came at the door. Looking at the master standing at the door, a slight smile appeared on Sakura's face. Although her eyes still held a certain indifference towards everything, at least she was no longer closing off her heart as she had before. The inner wounds left during this period could not be restored, but at least these scars could become the courage and motivation for this girl to continue walking forward. At least compared to the original work, where in these two days she had directly lost her chastity, and thus cultivated special insects that were fed to her "uncle," the her of now had already been redeemed.
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Just as Aslan, with his dragon and Sakura, had completed the procedures to leave the hotel, and had also kindly and cryptically mentioned to the hotel owner that something big might happen tonight, a loud noise came from the direction of Ryuudou Temple.
A golden light directly broke through the mountain and shot into the sky, then turned into specks of golden brilliance that scattered onto the ground.
In the underground space where the Holy Grail was located, Artoria, who had charged in at the beginning, was naturally blocked. As more and more existences appeared from the black mud, wanting to eliminate that young priest and destroy the already-growing body of the Holy Grail was naturally not a simple matter. The only thing to be thankful for was that these puppets made of black mud seemed unable to use most Noble Phantasms. For example, the King of Heroes made of black mud could not use the Sword of Rupture, Ea. Even the chains it fired no longer had the same powerful binding force against gods as before. But the black weapons that were fired like a machine gun still made people feel extremely troubled.
Another thing was those one after another of King of Conquerors puppets. Have you ever felt what it's like to be charged at by ten King of Conquerors on their chariots, again and again? If it weren't for Merlin's illusion, the group would have probably already been eliminated.
However, to continuously maintain such a large-scale illusion, and to hide everyone's figures again after they had counterattacked, was not a simple matter. Merlin stated that if it weren't for the fact that he had done this kind of thing many times and was already adept at it, he would have probably shown some flaws by now.
But he had to admit that with just the power they possessed, it was indeed difficult to deal with the current situation. They had to have at least one top-tier Servant to support them.
"There's no other way."
Merlin looked at the hole that had been broken in the mountain, aimed his staff at the sky, and then fired a magical flare. "[Aslan! Save me!!]"